"I love you."
"What?" she looks fascinated.
"Jeg elsker dig... means I love you. I've always loved you, Miranda. You just didn't know, but there were so many times I wanted to snatch you away from Fiore. Every time I see you, I am so disgusted with myself. I wished I had confessed to you right away. I wished I was the one you had chosen. I wished I was the one who was there with you... I wished..." I was startled when I looked back at her. She's crying. "M-Mir..."
"I-I wish you're with me every time I remember the day of my parents' death. I wish you're the one I was talking to on the other line before I go to sleep at night. I wish Xyle... I wish you were my first boyfriend. My first date. My first kiss..."
She hugged me so tight. My heart was overflowing with love for this woman. Should I tell her now the truth that I was her first kiss?
She suddenly stood up from the rocks we were sitting on. She wiped away her tears and quickly intertwined our hands.